To a Driver Who Became My Friend

Serbal Vidrio #latin american

Part of a series on latin american poems

Originally Written by Tracy K. Lewis

You from your steering wheel
and me from my books,
we dialogue,
and in the Guaraní language
we are strained by
five hundred years of rain and fallen leaves
and five thousand of dust,
two nighttime continents,
a whole Milky Way of mute space,
until from the dregs
of such divergence
there arose something shining like the sun
of Capricorn,
caustic like red earth
against blue sky,
and sure like the slow ascent
of the earth toward the Andes to the west:
an honest companion.